ROOMMATES

A collaboration by Delta and Sovandar

A collaboration between myself and my bestest pal delta9; nothing fancy here, just some good ol' fashioned gay raptor TF porn!

But, that leads straight onto the disclaimer: this story contains gay, raptor, TF, and porn! If any of those keywords give you pause for thought or make it some sort of criminal offense to read on, then maybe you should avoid doing so. But, obviously, you can (and probably have) ignored this entire paragraph in your eager trek to the actual story, the moment your eye caught those keywords...

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Bradley sat on the sofa, a glass of gin and tonic in his hand, already the second of the evening. He needed something to help him relax; with his final exams coming up in a matter of days, he was stressed nearly out of his head with worry. He kept a careful eye on the clock, too; but it was barely six; he had at least three hours before Moonrise, by which time dinner would be long finished and he could make his excuses, then lock himself in his basement room before the Change set in.

Bradley always had to be careful around this time of the lunar cycle - for the simple reason that, a year ago, he'd been infected by a magical curse, the curse of lycanthropy that turned him - temporarily - into a ravening beast whenever a full moon rose above the horizon.

He'd been a strict vegan ever since his infection; the taste of meat brought back vague, unsettling flashes of half-memory, half-dreamlike images... a hunter roaming the forest, a dead deer, blood dripping from his jaws, a sharp, metallic taste...

Ugh. It didn't bear thinking about.

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Upstairs, in the kitchen of their shared flat, Bradley's roommate William was tearing open a three pound bag of raw buffalo meat. He smiled a little as he rolled the chilly meat around in his hands. It had a slightly-slimy texture, and felt quite a bit thicker than the beef he was used to using in his chili recipe. William was a graduate student in the science of biology, and had recently found himself fascinated by the art of cooking. Obtaining freshly-hunted buffalo meat in the middle of the city had been quite an ordeal, but from the look of things it would make a meal well worth the hassle.

Squeezing the meat between his soft, delicate hands, William hummed to himself as he dropped it into the pan on the stove. A pleasantly ripe flare of grease and smoke lit up from the seared meat, as the young man went to go wash his hands.

"Meat, meat, meat... it's good to cook... good to eat..." he absentmindedly rhymed, as his mind contemplated the thermal denaturation taking place.

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A distant scent of cooking meat hit Bradley's nostrils; one of the few blessings of his curse was a heightened sense of smell. It wasn't the usual industrial, over-processed smell of supermarket meat; this aroma triggered a faint memory. It wasn't beef... nor pork...richer... deeper? Whatever it was, it was incredibly tantalizing for the unwilling vegan.

Of course, William often cooked himself something meaty, while Bradley poked at a salad, or something of the kind, but the odd, chemical-laden scent of mass-market meat never evoked so strong a response as this. Whatever it was, it smelled *good*...

He sniffed harder at the air, an itch of curiosity driving him on. What was it?

Faint half-memories of a scaled hunter chasing down a petrified prey animal leapt into his slightly hazy mind.

Uh-oh.

A powerful itching sensation spread across the back of his hands; a familiar sensation. The Change was starting. But, no... so soon?! Had he fallen asleep, lost track of time?

He wasted several precious, confused seconds checking his watch. No, still hours left...

A flood of adrenaline washed over him as panic started to set in. He had to get out of here, quickly, lock himself away; in his altered state, he had no idea how he'd react to William, but the thought that he might hurt the other man was too much for him to bear.

For many a year, Bradley had kept secret that he had feelings for William; but, William's low opinion of homosexuals, his string of girlfriends and regular one-nighters, left Bradley with little hope that anything could come of it.

He felt his chest start to turn scaly... the whole process usually took only a minute or so, he needed to be fast. He reached the door to his basement bedroom, buttons popping off his shirt as his body altered shape, praying that William wouldn't decide to come and investigate...

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Completely oblivious to the battle going on inside his roommate's psyche, William was merrily breaking up the fresh, cooking meat with a wooden spoon. Grease bubbled and filled the air with hot, savory-salty flavors; soft patches of brown began to bloom across the dark pink meat as it heated through, and the kitchen filled with low hisses and crackles.

William licked his lips. He hadn't had a chance to get lunch earlier, and he was feeling quite famished. The young man reached over and turned the burner up another notch, and began to mull over the selection of seasonings on the nearby spice rack. Cayenne powder and chili powder, of course... but what about cumin? Oregano? What went well with buffalo?

"Hmmm... wonder if Bradley is hungry?" William absent-mindedly wondered, pulling out his smartphone to re-check the strange message he had received from his roommate earlier. Every so often, the man would spend a weekend inside his basement room like a bloody monk, demanding to be left completely and totally alone. Despite the strangeness of the demand, it hadn't really bothered William or his friends; they had simply been happy to have found a semi-responsible flatmate to pay the last share of the rent. "Hm... guess not. Oh well; not like he's a meat-eater."

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Bradley felt confused, overtaken by events, his mind clouded by a combination of alcohol, and rising primal instinct. He needed to get inside and lock the door... but, the food was upstairs, not down in his private, musty-smelling territory?

No, no! He had to lock the door so that he couldn't get out, or he might hurt William! He... ouch! His belt cut painfully into his hips as they started to shift. Damn! He usually managed to get out of the stupid human wrappings... er, his clothes, before the moon rose, but this was happening too fast.

He tore at his shirt and sighed as his breathing became easier, before fumbling with his belt buckle, slowed down by the haze of the gin clouding his thoughts and the way his fingers kept changing as he moved, claws growing through the tips.

What was he doing again? There was a door... yes, go past the door and lock it so William would be safe. He needed to keep William safe, wonderful, funny, sexy William. But, how could he keep William safe if he was locked up in a stupid human cave?

Bradley's hair was gone now, replaced with a feathered crest that rose straight up erect from his head and on down his spine. He shivered as he felt the familiar feeling of his ugly, ungainly human maleness pulling up inside his body while taking on a smoother, more proper shape.

His crest rose up with a flush of arousal as his tail ripped through the back of his pants, making the fabric fall away from his scaly groin, exposing the freshly-formed slit there. The scales were flushed red with arousal from his half-complete change, parted slightly as his cock started to slowly evert again.

He sniffed at the air again. Mmm. Food.

Hungry.

William was with food.

Sexy William. Both good.

Forgetting the door entirely, the half-naked, half-changed wereraptor turned, and starting hobbling toward the staircase, following the scent of cooking meat as he kicked a pair of torn slippers from off his taloned paws...

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"Ahaha... the greatest achievement of my mad genius nears completion!" William chuckled, slicing through a row of habanero, jalapeno and serrano peppers. He used the kitchen knife with the precision of a scalpel, dividing up the peppers with neat, quick slices that left the newly-segmented peppers mostly stuck together, cuts nearly invisible on their waxy surface. William smiled as he scooped them up and tossed them into the rest of the rich, thick, still-cooking chili.

William began to hum as he stirred the chili in quick clockwise strokes. For once, it was actually fortunate that Shelly and Patrick were off for the weekend doing a couples thing and Bradley was being a recluse; he could make dinner without having to cater to a pack of vegans with low tolerance for spicy food. William's ideal chili was 75% rare animal- at the very least- with the kick of a tactical nuclear warhead.

Suddenly, a creaking, scratching, scuffling sound began to make its way up the basement stairwell. William turned towards the door and frowned, feeling a pang of surprise thrum through his heart. When Bradley wanted to be left alone down there, the normally-calm man became positively pathological about protecting his privacy. The young man never answered e-mails, text messages, phone calls, or letters, let alone came up out of his room...

"Bradley?" William asked, stopping his humming.

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The scent of spice hit Bradley's nostrils as he approached the kitchen door. It made him irritated; bad enough that the wonderful smell of bloodied prey was sullied with the hot, ashen scent of human fire, now it was further masked with the unpleasant, stinging heat of chili peppers?

Ah, but how could he be angry now? He felt so *good*...

Bradley gave a low moan that was almost a purr as he reached the doorway, his tail lengthening, and the back of his shirt finally giving up the ghost and parting with an audible ripping sound. His changed maleness poked a centimeter or so from its slit as his hips shifted to accommodate his tail, making him lean forward. His freshly internalized testicles seemed to quiver as they morphed, saurian essence replacing the weaker, watery human seed.

His scales had mostly changed from the familiar pinkish hue of Caucasian human flesh to a more ashen shade. Sandy, brown stripes were slowly forming across the most mature scales on his skin, flowing across the thickening leather like viscous oil. His forearms' muscles had shrunk, while his shoulders and torso had expanded, his strength now concentrated around his thighs and his jaws. He blinked, seeing through a flap of translucent skin as his eyelid became a nictitating membrane, just as William turned to look toward him.

William's jaw dropped and his mind slammed into overdrive like an engine fed pure jet fuel. There was a rather impressive specimen of Deinonychus in his kitchen, which was impossible because dinosaurs certainly didn't have patches of discolored skin around their faces nor did they have faces because that is what *people* had and furthermore why was it wearing shreds of his roommate's clothing and...

"Oh-h d-dear," William said, throat so dry it cracked slightly. Fear ran up his spine in a violent shiver as he very slowly backed up against the kitchen wall. William knew there was no way his hundred and fifty pounds of human flesh was going to overwhelm a fully-grown predator from a faraway time. The raptor was directly between him and the back door; he realized with a deeper pang of fear wasn't going to get out alive unless the creature let him. He wondered if the military was going to shoot it when it got out, and then suddenly found his emotions in conflict.

It was a dinosaur! Who in the blazes *cared* if it killed one person or two; this was amazing! Impossibility itself; one of a million non-zero probabilities he had fantasized about! It needed to be saved and studied and understood!

William raised his hands slowly again as he knelt to the ground, keeping his profile small and his neck and chest exposed, shivering as adrenaline shot through him. He didn't even want to present the possibility of a threat to the raptor, but he hoped he could somehow seem... friendly? What would he do if the creature calmed down? Ah... his phone. The camera function. The slight young man smiled faintly as fear of death and hope for an impossible dream fought in his mind...

The raptor's changes continued, his body swelling and his legs thickening with fresh muscle, as more feathers grew in the crest down his spine. He gave another purr as William lay, submissive, before him.

Good. Knows place. Not Alpha. Alpha feeds first.

He stepped forward, shreds of clothing falling like autumnal leaves, and sniffed at the pot of hot chilli. No. Not good. Spoiled. He paused, sniffing the air. There was proper meat somewhere close by...

He spotted the half-used plastic bag, which William had wrapped to put away, but had yet to remove from the countertop.

Yes! Meat!

He stepped forward, claws and teeth tearing at the bag until the fresh tang of blood hit his taste buds. It tasted old, dead; imperfect, but so very good...

He tossed his head back, growling softly only a foot or so away from William, swallowing the remaining meat whole as his scales finished assuming their correct colouration. Arousal from his transformation surged through him, his cock now fully erect, and a nearly orgasmic tremor running through him as the rare delight of bloodied food slid down his gullet. The change .

William was good. Bring food for Alpha. Good packmate. Sexy packmate...

He shuddered as the lycanthropic transformation gave him his pleasurable reward for not fighting it; his cock leaped, a thin stream of seed erupting straight toward William as Bradley's changes completed.

The unsuspecting William's hands trembled as he pulled his smartphone from his pocket, quick fingers flicking over the touchscreen as he began to pull up the video recording app...

...when suddenly, most of his right hand and his arm were splattered with a burst of hot, thin, sticky liquid. It covered his phone's delicate touchscreen in a white film, and soaked into his t-shirt and arm. It left a splattering of wet, hot drops on his pants, and a few of them had even sprayed across his face, lips and throat. Had the creature just... had a sexual climax? *On* him!? William grimaced. There were a lot of unpleasant aspects to biological science, but he was inured enough - and terrified enough - to avoid losing his composure. It was a lot better than being attacked, all told. William began to spit out the salty-bitter seed that had landed in his mouth, and tried to wipe his phone's screen clean with his other hand. The sticky cum formed a rather resilient film as it spread, though...

As the dinosaur began to feast on the hunk of meat he hadn't used for his chili, William clicked his phone's camera on and began recording the bizarre sight.

"Ah, yeah. Good girl... I mean, boy... keep eating... it's good, isn't it?" William calmly intoned, staring with awe at the dinosaur. He was so busy catching up to the situation that it was only now he realized that the creature looked different now, closer to the build of a real Deinonychus...

...which meant that it *hadn't* been a 'real' one earlier, which reminded him of the fact the creature was wearing shreds of his roommate's clothing. The lack of blood meant Bradley had to be fine, unless...

"Bradley..?" William whispered, voice rising slightly away from its calm and even tone. He felt almost insane for even considering the idea. "Is... is that you!?!"

The raptor cocked his head to one side, long tongue licking his lips clean of the meat juices, breathing slightly heavily from the momentary sexual high. He growled slightly, spent shaft sliding back into its slit, unsure how to respond, fixing William with an intent glare. Of course it was him, who else would it be but the leader of the pack?

He sniffed the air, the musk of his own climax rising to his nostrils. William was covered in it.

Marked. Yes. Sexy William. Packmate.

Why wasn't he being a proper mate like the Alpha wanted? Why was he spitting out the gift, unintentional though it had been?

He growled at William, a playful warning that he had insulted his Alpha. William smelled good... not good like prey, good like mate.

Human smell, marked with pack-smell.

Why was William being so odd? Was he challenging the Alpha's authority, even while submitting himself? The signals were confusing, mixed. He leaned down close and licked at William's cheek, tasting a speck of his own seed under the slightly stronger taste of salty, human sweat, and tasting the fear there, too.

William shivered slightly as the broad, warm tongue dragged up his cheek, leaving a thick streak of saliva mixed with raw meat juices on his face. Things were going in a decidedly unexpected direction; finding a living, breathing theropod in his house was one thing. Bradley was an outgoing and friendly guy, except for a nearly-violent aversion to eating meat, a dislike of animals small and large - mutual, now that William thought about it - and an ironclad desire for privacy once a month. Coming to the conclusion that - however improbable it seemed - his *roommate* was a were-raptor put William's well-ordered view of the natural world into a bit of a blender. This bit of evidence was going to require a rather significant re-working of the modern synthesis of...

Sighing and biting his lip, William pressed the 'stop' button on his phone's cum-covered touchscreen and then deleted the brief recording. He closed his eyes and grimaced again as another lick caressed his lips, and squirmed back against the kitchen wall again. William knew his roommate was gay and hadn't really been too comfortable with the fact; it wouldn't have been *that* bad save for his dismal luck with the opposite sex. Without an actual relationship to point to, William had felt an almost pathological need to remind his roommate he wasn't interested. But how did one tell a horny dinosaur 'no'?

"Bradley... god damn it... why didn't you tell me?" William huffed, his brain feeling like a mess of turbulent thoughts and emotions. The only thing that made sense right now was to keep Bradley out of trouble until he changed back, and then straighten things out with his roommate's human alter-ego. "Well... this explains a lot about your behavior, and contradicts a fucking lot of other things. Would you... uh... if you can understand me, that is... would you like some more meat?"

More food? Yes. Good William! Bring Alpha food!

The raptor took a step back, waiting for William to fetch more. When William didn't immediately scramble to follow through on the promise, he gave the man's shoulder a hard nudge, grunting with irritation. This was improper deference to the leader of the pack!

William seemed so very sexy, though; he felt his arousal resurfacing. Maybe he should sate a different kind of hunger; the change had stoked that particular fire, not quenched it. He stared at William's fabric-covered, seed-stained crotch a moment, before looking back up at the human. Then he gave a sharp, growling bark, to let his packmate know what he wanted. But William was no expert in saurian body language; the raptor's irritation grew. William's scent was slight different too; not as fearful, but not happy, either. Why? It was improper. *Improper*!

He bared his teeth in a faint warning for William not to challenge him.

William gave a low whine and rubbed his eyes. He was sweating with stress and fear, and his skin felt hot and clammy. It felt like his roommate was somewhere inside the hulking beast in front of him, but everything was muddled by... the fact Bradley was a dinosaur instead of a human being. William didn't have the slightest idea what the theropod was trying to communicate, except irritation. But irritation with *what*? Now Bradley was flashing a set of flesh-tearing teeth at him!? The evening was not going quite as the young graduate student had hoped.

"Bradley... if that is you... I don't understand. I'm not-" William waved his hands in front of him, slowly, "-a dinosaur. I'm your friend... bear with me, old boy..."

The raptor growled again, hearing and understanding. No, he would have to prove himself to be William's Alpha.

He gave another bark, and then tangled his claw in the front of William's shirt, and pulled, hard. These human rags stood between him and his prize, his mate, his imperfect human mate. A dinosaur spirit must lurk in the human flesh; he could *smell* it lurking there now, waiting to grow into a better shape, a suitable shape. He needed to help that nascent instinct expand and settle, get rid of the confused human, replace him, so they could run together, so that his mate could understand, could obey, could *sate* the lust of months and years...

His maleness began to extend from its slit again, and his crest stood erect once more, signaling his intent. He licked at the human's throat, softly, but with an implicit threat. William had assumed the position of submission right from the start; there were consequences for breaking his word now - even though William could not know that the raptor did not intend to follow through on his threats of harm. Not on William.

"Ahhh... is there any chance you'd like to stop... licking my neck... Bradley..." Willam said, body tensing as the horny male raptor continued to give him unwanted affections. He didn't have anything against gays, really; it was just not something he wanted himself, something he preferred to stay away from where possible. Especially when it was directed at him, and coming from a hulking, scythe-taloned monster of a prehistoric predator. One slip of those teeth and he would be bleeding from his carotid artery...

Strange cold-hot tingles ran through William's arms and legs as he curled against the wall. At first he had taken them for signs of shock, but if anything he was feeling better now. Warmer, a bit more comfortable. It was odd... but also... it felt right. William frowned as his mind began to muddle somewhat, his rational thoughts softening and... becoming less important. Why was he so concerned with explaining all these little details when it *felt* so nice? It was okay to let the dinosaur lick him, after all. His roommate could simply be trying to reassure him he wouldn't be harmed. Why stop it? It might even be *dangerous* to stop him.

William moved his neck upward a bit and slid down onto the plain white tile of the kitchen floor, exposing more of his tender skin to the raptor. He smiled at Bradley and sighed, saying "Well, okay... if you really want to. But really... what are we going to do with you? This is... simply incredible... how on earth did this happen to you?"

Yes. There.

The raptor sniffed, detecting a definite but slight change in William's scent.

Acceptance. Acknowledgement. More? Good.

The raptor continued pulling at William's shirt, the sharp claws snagging and starting to tear the cloth. He licked a drying drop of his own seed from the human chin, his maleness everting fully once more; he would plant more seed soon.

He moved his other claw lower, scratching at the thicker denim material of William's jeans. Stupid human cloth! It made things so awkward and difficult.

He fumbled, sensing William's momentary confusion as to what he was trying to do. No good; human clothes needed human thumbs. He relinquished hold, cocking his head slightly, pondering his next move. Well, the human had a perfectly good mouth, and those blunt teeth did not intimidate him, he considered, ignoring the confused man's babbling.

"Great... you're taking off my shirt... and you're clawing at my pants. Whatever combination of genetic and epigenetic factors caused you to be a homosexual seems to have transferred over despite the change in species... so you're hoping to try and mate with me... fantastic. I haven't had a date with a woman worth shagging for half a year, so this isn't the *worst* time for this to happen, but... is there any chance you might not... yeah... you don't even care, do you?" Willam said, shivering and sucking in breath through his teeth as the raptor groped at him. "That's... okay... it's not your fault..."

Flush with the floor, William relaxed and smiled a little. He was feeling really good now; there was a heady, drug-like high running through his blood. His penis was becoming erect as Bradley pawed at the zipper of his jeans, and the masculine musk of cum that had appalled his senses earlier was steadily becoming more and more tantalizing. He recalled the slightly bitter taste that had momentarily burst over his tongue, and on an impulse that startled him, he pulled his stained phone up to his face and licked some of the dried cum off it. He barely had time to be shocked or disgusted at himself before he realized he was enjoying the salty-sweet taste...

...and as he realized that, his squinting eyes caught sight of something positively unreal. His fingernails were darker than normal, and feeling oddly heavy. Tingly. Were they growing right now, right before his eyes? They looked a little sharper, didn't they..?

"Oh... dear... Oh no..."

Yes, yes!

Bradley could smell the raptor rising in William's flesh, the seed he had accidentally planted was germinating, a true packmate after so long alone!

But, why was the strange human licking up the old seed he'd spilled? Every little bit helped the new raptor's germination, but there was fresh to be had, his Alpha demanding it. Humans could be peculiar sometimes.

The change would be slow from so small a seed... but that could soon be corrected.

Releasing his grip on William's torn shirt, he grabbed the man's shoulders and rolled him forward, forcing him to sit up, and then down onto hands and knees. Then, he stepped forward himself, over the man's back, so that Willam's head was under his tail. He dug his claws threateningly into the human hips, holding him steady, unsure how he could make his desire clearer. He felt his maleness bump against warm flesh, and jerked his hips at the exquisite contact, prodding again, waiting for the obedient saurian spirit to overcome the irritatingly recalcitrant human.

William groaned as he was man-handled by the dinosaur, but when his slight frame was pinned underneath the beast's belly he had little doubt about his roommate's intentions. He was held tight by a pair of clawed forelimbs, hands delicately resting on the Deinonychus' lethal hindtalons. The human felt shivers run up his spine as the warm, leathery hide of the were-dinosaur's belly pressed against his mostly naked, sweaty back, and his face was pressed up against a reptilian cloaca. Expecting the worst, William instead felt wonderfully pleasant tingles run through his fingers and toes as preseed and slitfluid rubbed over his nose and forehead. His fingers felt dumb and dull under him, but William could see they were growing thicker and heavier underneath him, until his thin fingernails had turned into blunt, growing claws.

"You're... contagious? You... you... have to be kidding me..." he whined, feeling a stab of cold, icy fear run through his heart. What was happening to him!? Was he going to be a lust-addled beast, like his roommate? Was his beloved intellect going to be subsumed by the instincts of a long-extinct predator.?

And yet... the strong, bony talons under him felt... nice. Not threatening, but... useful. Protecting? William squinted his eyes and licked some preseed off his cheek. Why did his cock feel so hard? Why did he feel safer pressing himself *against* the dinosaur than backing away from it..?

Slowly, trembling, William opened his mouth and began to lick around the raptor's scaled crotch, tasting the leathery, musky hide, not sure whether he should give in, but feeling so very *drawn* inward...

The raptor pushed forward again, and felt his maleness slide suddenly into a warm, wet cavity. Bradley felt teeth scrape his flesh, and growled, warningly. He paused for several seconds, before he felt the human lips wrap around his maleness, cautiously, timidly exploring. The raptor that had yet to be fully born was driving the still-human flesh forward, suckling like a mammal-hatchling on its mother's teat, seeking life-giving fluid to complete itself. He could smell the human's fear; but also, his lust, and that fed his own desires still further.

Reassured that what was left of the human would not resist much further, his claws released their grip on the denim-covered hips, and reached back, up William's torso, until he could snag his claws into the shirt fabric again; he pulled, tearing away just a few handfuls at first, but persisting until the remaining shreds of the garment gave way. He wasn't sure, but he fancied he could feel the faint brush of short feathers on his thick bellyscales.

The jeans would have to go, too; he wanted to claim his new and future packmate at *both* ends, to prove his dominance! He started scratching his claws at the leather of the belt, trying to cut it through, and release the growing, still-human arousal he could smell trapped inside the confused man's underwear; deep in his internal testicles, he felt the hint of contraction, of the pleasure rising to a crescendo as the changing human suckled on his shaft.

William's eyes were unfocused under the raptor; he was so absorbed in the strange, hot, *pleasurable* sensations and tastes of having a cock in his mouth, that he barely even noticed the claws scraping his clothes away. Gods, he had always wondered what it was like for the girls he had dated to suck on his member, but he had never expected *this*. Bradley's reptilian penis was hot and firm in his mouth, with a salty, strongly masculine taste that reminded him of sweat and sex in all the right ways. In regular intervals, William felt the maleness spurt hot, thin bursts of salty-sweet preseed against his tongue. He swallowed them thoughtlessly, a drunken smile coming over lips as his fear faded. Slowly, William closed his eyes and began to contentedly suck on the tapered pole of raptor-cock in his mouth, eagerly swallowing the fluids it gifted him and happily flicking his tongue against its slit...

The human shivered as his skin tingled and began to thicken, pulling taut against his growing musculature. He felt almost drunk with the growing strength, and quite happily realized that his intellect seemed different somehow, but undimished. He didn't feel like an animal... he just felt like he had... different priorities. Impulsive, immediate. Chief among them right now was pleasing his sexy, virile, powerful Alpha.

Bradley felt the pink-white skin under his claws thicken and turn leathery, as William's thin form grew larger and more saurial. A prominent bulge began to form under the top of human's scratched up jeans as his tailbone pressed outward, and William hunched over forward as his thighs and feet grew powerful and muscular. Bradley could sense the nascent raptor under him tensing up, and felt him stop sucking his penis for a few seconds as the changes accelerates, then felt William shudder and tense underneath him, as if in pain. Then, the young man's shoes split open with a tearing sound, new talons piercing straight through the leather before getting entangled in the laces.

The Alpha saw the new, saurian talons emerge from the human shoes like a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis; and he felt his member tense suddenly as his orgasm rose like never before, his sudden, eager desire to reward and assist the reptile crawling out of the human form, making this orgasm the most powerful the werecreature had ever experienced in his true, superior form.

He felt his maleness pulse and inflate as his seed filled it, the human mouth sucking eagerly on it, as his talons clenched and tore open the seat of William's jeans, letting the new, growing tail emerge from within.

His talons caressed and fondled the short length of tail with great care, feeling the growth of it suddenly start to speed up with every spurt of his seed. He knew how wonderful the appendage could be... and he sneakily felt along the underside, seeing if there was now a tailhole there waiting, and accessible...

The raptor's cock erupted like a fountain, and the large predator shuddered as his seed filled the human mouth, spurting over and over.

William felt his eyes cross as the saurial cum flooded his mouth. The surprise of the salty, bitter seed landing on his tongue only hit him for a second, before instincts asserted themselves and he resumed his sucking. He wrapped his lips round Bradley's cock and slurped as hard as he could, eagerly taking the other male's essence into his body. Every last creamy drop sliding down his throat made him feel better; less like a pathetic, weak, conflicted human, and more like a sleek, powerful, devoted predator. The young man moaned as his body tingled and tensed, changing faster.

William's hands tensed as his thumbs and pinkies receded back into his hands, while his other three fingers grew larger and stronger to compensate. Bradley was definitely contagious; and he *wanted* that infection, turning and reshaping him, wanted the bliss it gave, the freedom...

He could feel his jeans strain against the base of his growing tail, a bizarrely-new appendage that begged to lash around in the air. His talons continued to grow and tense as they sprouted from his feet, aching to be flexed and tensed, driven into the belly of his prey. William saw his hair flutter to the ground in a shower of dead, blonde fiber, and he could even feel the tension and pressure against his jaw as it grew outward, into a muzzle, engulfing more of the wonderful shaft embedded in it. It felt inevitable now, unstoppable. What was the logical thing to do in a situation like this, he wondered..? Ah, wait; he knew!

Contentedly slurping on his mate's spent penis, William let seed dribble down his throat as he lowered his head and rubbed his forming muzzle against the raptor's slit. Submitting fully to the Alpha was all that mattered; after that, Bradley would know what to do. Submission was right, and logical; it felt good.

The Alpha gave a bark of triumph, stepping back to admire his handiwork, pulling his freshly spent cock slowly from his new mate's eager mouth... muzzle.

The softening shaft started to harden once again as he smelled the other half-dinosaur's arousal, and saw the clear tent in the groin of the torn-up jeans. The creature was human enough that he could recognize it was William; but, like a dream come true, like some twisted fairytale Cinderella, his features were visibly twisting and contorting into a handsome, sleek, powerful raptor form as a saurian tongue licked flecks of seed from hardening, scaly lips.

He leaned his head forward as William's muzzle grew, opened his jaws, and licked William's lips, once, twice, and then pressed his tongue into the yielding mouth in a saurian kiss. He could taste the bittersweetness of his own fresh seed, and the oddly clashing overtones of human and saurian saliva; he could feel the sharp points where new teeth had replaced the old. He felt his heart skip a beat, as a longing desire from his human side was fulfilled, so very unexpectedly, but so very welcome.

He should have reconciled his two selves months ago.

He pulled his head back, knowing what he had to do; he had to claim his new packmate... but for the first time, he felt a hint of uncertainty. Was it what he wanted? William's aroused, saurian scent was driving him wild again with lust... but he wasn't sure how to quench it.

No matter; instinct took hold. He gave a sharp bark of command: Present yourself! It was time to show the new recruit his place in the pack, the place William's human-self had declined to accept; the place the raptor that he was becoming would come to know well, and would eagerly await. His crest rose and fanned out, displaying dominance, aggression, as well as lust. Back down, it said to the other theropod; obey.

Submit.

William's head felt fuzzy as they kissed again and again, sharp teeth and broad tongues meeting one another awkwardly but passionately. The slim frame he had always been embarrassed by was melting from him, turning into the powerful body of a predator. William thought it odd that whatever contagion Bradley had spread to him was not only turning him into a Deinonychus but also making him quite attracted to the other male... but he was in no position to argue with his body, the seed on his tongue, the wonderful memory of the scent and taste of a male's shaft in his muzzle. It felt *good*, so good that he welcomed the changes with relief, sated and satisfied for the first time in... he wasn't sure how long, and didn't care anymore. It was like stretching muscles and cracking joints he had never used, a feeling of relief so intense and vivid it was like pleasure itself, beyond and mingled with the lust rising in his loins...

The changing human fell backward against the tile and spread his legs, the stubby point of his growing tail poking through a talon-torn hole in the back of his jeans. As the appendage twitched and grew, William pressed his head back against the cool tiles and felt the immensely pleasurable changes roll through him. His skin hardening into scales... his legs reforming into the digitigrade shape of a theropod... the dull weight of his claws and talons... it was too much to think about. It came into him as a feeling that transcended the physical changes; the knowledge that he was a predator, a raptor, a hunter. But was that such a big change, really? He could still think, oddly human musings interspersed with commanding barks of primal instinct - but he could think, and that was all that really mattered. The need to let his Alpha mate him wasn't any more irrational than the human emotions that had so often embarrassed him in front of women, was it..?

William sighed and tried to talk to Bradley, but the only sound that left his strangely-tight muzzle was a low-pitched, bubbling whine. His roommate responded with a resonant, growling bark that made the half-human's leathery skin tingle and his tail curl downward, against the tile. William felt his cheeks flush slightly, and he instinctively lowered the thin, feathered crest growing out of his hair as he realized what was happening. He had just signaled his submission to the Alpha...

The Alpha saw the other male submit, and felt a surge of arousal. The other dinosaur, William, was on his back, his legs in the air, still clad in ugly, ill-fitting human material; watching him with confused but lusty, slitted eyes, over a slowly extending muzzle. His scales were forming a dark, leather-tan shade, split by black lines; almost an inverse of his own patterning.

He licked his lips and gave an excited bark as the fabric of the crotch started to give way; not completely, not releasing the straining tent that was visibly dampening the jeans with the arousal. He knew from experience how pleasurable the change could be, the ascendance to a new form, new instincts... instincts that overcame him again now, as the torn fabric at last revealed his target, the base of William's cock, and just behind it, his waiting tailhole.

Mate. Mate. Need.

He stood over the prone, mostly-changed human, and bent his legs, interlocking them, and lowering his body until his erect, cum-covered shaft rubbed against the denim-clad scales of his packmate. He rubbed their bare torsos together, relishing the feel of scale on hard scale, and even felt envious; the new raptor beneath him was, if anything, the stronger; just as he'd always wanted.

His wet, well-lubricated cock poked at the base of William's still-concealed shaft, and he could hear the denim tear further as William adjusted his position, his hips changing further; he felt the damp slickness of the other raptorhood rub at his maleslit as it was freed from its confines, rubbing his shaft around the base, seeking entrance.

William had been dreading the moment, every second that he had felt his transformation progress. He knew what was going to happen; a burst of pain, a feeling of terrible, sudden violation, the horror of feeling his anal virginity ripped from him by a lust-crazed dinosaur. The gentle rub his vulnerable anus felt from Bradley's raptorhood made his legs tense... but then the unwanted touch went away, unexpectedly.

Sliding his body forward several inches, Bradley's shaft caught in his packmate's tailhole... and slid out, past it, until his own tailhole was poised over the other's cock, the whole motion lasting only an instant, as he realized what he really wanted. Then, he bore his weight down on the aroused, surprised male beneath, and felt the rigid cock slide into him easily, as if it was meant to be.

When William felt the leathery coolness of Bradley's ass suddenly press down into his own hard, pre-coated cock, a surprised chirp leap up from his throat. When the Alpha lowered himself down further, William felt his slickened, raptor-like maleness get forced, with a twinge of pain, into the yielding, hot, wonderfully tight embrace of the superior male's tailhole. The surprised sound turned into a happy, ebullient purr that rolled off his tongue and made his still-growing tail shiver under his legs...

Quickly, the growing raptor pressed his shoe-covered talons up and locked them around his alpha's strong legs, before baring his neck and rubbing it against the superior male's muzzle. Even as William began to press his aching length deep into the other male's ass, he showed his Alpha the proper respect and deference. Strangely enough, he was beginning to hope the other might mate with him later, once his body had properly changed.

William began to establish a quick rhythm, bucking upward into his roommate's tight, warm confines with his powerful, raptorial leg muscles, each time making his growing tail slap against the tiles. It felt so odd to have the massive, scaly appendage growing from his backside, but like everything else it felt *right* and *proper*, strong and sexy and... and perfect. Always physically weak as a human, William was pleasantly surprised to find it was easy to let his body go. A warm growl burbled in his muzzle as he pressed his chest against his mate's tight embrace and made sweet but feral love to Bradley... to his Alpha's taut, tight, tailhole; even the disappearance of his voice and thumbs was little concern to him. He was simply the Beta; it was not his place to worry so.

The Alpha felt confused as very human desire warred with instinct that demanded he be the giver, not the taker. He hadn't quite known what he would do, up until the point came; but despite all the instincts and drives and power-posturing, he felt so much more at home with a saurian cock gently sliding into his tailhole than he could ever remember feeling. Complete. The mental struggles ended, opposing halves reconciled at last - for now, at least.

Nuzzling his mate, he used his talons to start prying away the shredded shoes, the threads that remained of the socks; the thicker denim again defeated him, but he no longer quite cared, as he felt the cock of the raptor below him grow and change shape within him, becoming slightly curved, ridged, and tapered. The body below him grew further, bulkier than his for certain, the tail meatier, the jaws more powerful. It felt so wonderful to let the magnificent specimen of saurian masculinity mate him, the cock prodding and rubbing at his insides so wonderfully, as his long-lusted-for William became his Beta.

He knew, though, that it couldn't last long. Even as he felt the changes slow and subside, Alpha knew that the pleasure of the change running through his mate's body was reaching its peak, the transformation and the culmination of the second mating overwhelming his Beta. He felt the warm trickle of preseed deep inside him, and he gently gyrated his hips and lowered himself more forcefully, pressing the shaft deeper inside him, feeling it throb and tense as he locked jaws with the fully-formed raptor in another, deeper kiss. He was savoring the distinctive, alien but familiar musk of his mate, as suddenly, liquid fire spurted deep inside him, making him purr contentedly into his Beta's maw, their tongues entwined.

The Beta tensed and hugged his mate tight as he came, hissing though their awkward kiss as he felt spurt after hot spurt of his essence shoot deep into the male raptor's tight depths. The new raptor pulled his mighty mate straight down onto his expanding, scaly hips, pulling the Alpha into a tight but still somehow submissive hug - neck exposed, tail lowered. His three-fingered, clawed hands were dug deep into his Alpha's armored flanks as his member twitched inside the taut, tailed ass. The Beta felt his clinging, torn underwear tear away as his tail grew too thick and heavy for the fabric at last. He cried out his pleasure in a series of high-pitched chirps and squawking moans, reaching the apex of his long orgasm. Alpha was riding him so hard, his raptorhood was approaching painful overstimulation...

Suddenly, the Beta felt hot raptor seed spread across his hairless, leathery chest as the Alpha came to his third climax, and purred happily as the thin but sticky fluid marked him yet again. He hoped again the Alpha might breed him before the night was out, his previous nervousness banished along with his human form; for now, just resting his changed, tapered raptorhood inside the Alpha's seed-filled tailhole was nice. It still made little to no sense *why* they were both dinosaurs, but somehow the question no longer felt as important. He had a mate, a protector, and a new, sexy body all at once; hadn't he wanted those things as a human?

The Alpha was nearly exhausted after the marathon; exhausted and contented. He felt complete; a pack, a mate, a Beta... and on some level, he had overcome his fear of himself as well. The other raptor's presence was deeply comforting; Alpha knew he was supposed to be in a pack. How else could they hunt? How else could they slake their lusts? No; their kind should never be alone...

Beta nuzzled his Alpha's strong chest gently, lapping at it with his broad tongue. He wondered what Alpha had been thinking, waiting so long to bring him into the pack. Vaguely troubling notions about the curse he now carried drifted through his mind, but Beta didn't spare them a moment of concern. Why would he even want to leave his raptor form?

The two raptors licked each other's muzzles idly, lying together for a long time. But finally, the Alpha grew restless and gave a curt, growling bark to his Beta. There was more to do before the night was out; the pack needed to *grow*...